Harry Potter and the Old Ones

In the end Hermione didn't use her wand—

Neither did Tiera.

Because the "inheritor" has eaten one bite at a time, eating most of the Cornish elves like beans——

Eaten into the pages of the book.

Although this kind of Cornwall elf with extremely low magical ability is not helpful for the perfection and growth of the "inheritor"——

But slaughtering, or even eating three-dimensional creatures alive can relieve the hunger of the "inheritors".

After all, the "inheritor" is a black magic item, and it is also mixed with the despair of the unicorn before it dies——

This makes Tierra's "inheritor" the best dark magic item—

A very high affinity for magic obtained from a live unicorn as a raw material.

And the despair mixed in before the death of the unicorn made Tierra's "inheritor" the best carrier of black magic.

Coupled with Tom Riddle's dedicated teaching over the past few months and Tierra's black magic dug out of Tom Riddle's heart through the blessing of "knowledge".

Fiercefire, Killing Curse, Imperius Curse, Cruciatus Curse, Rot Curse, Burning Curse—

Eliminate your weapon, the flames are raging, you faint, everything is petrified, the curse flies, the curse stops immediately, and all curses end——

There is also the spiritual fire, the wall of Nakht, soul transfer, soul projection, and the most important of--

The evolution of black magic.

"Tierra, how did you know that Lockhart's class would be such a mess?" Hermione asked suddenly during dinner time after the class ended.

"I have a talent for prophecy." Tierra said.

"Prophecy?" Harry asked.

Ron, who was sitting next to him and studying hard, also looked up.

"Oh? Really?" Hermione seemed to have heard some particularly funny joke, "Then what did you predict?"

"I saw that you can take the first place in age this year." Tierra said with a smile.

"I..." Hermione wanted to refute, but suddenly found that she couldn't seem to find the words to refute—

She herself does not believe in prophecies, but she cannot refute——

Because she really wanted to take the first place.

So Hermione finally had to falter and blushed.

"Haha~" Tierra smiled easily, "Just kidding, I can't predict such an accurate thing."

"But..." Tierra suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and said—

"I saw—your figure being chased by the Bludger—I also saw—" Tierra paused and said, "I also saw—your right hand that was as soft as rubber—"

"You... you mean I might get hurt at the Quidditch match?" Harry asked.

"The prophecy can't be finished, and the words can't be fully explained—" Tierra said with a smile.

"Don't say these are useless." Ron flipped through the test paper in front of him irritably——

These are test papers adapted by Hermione from her own notes.

"Can you predict what our confinement will be like?" asked Ron, "hope it's not too strict—"

"Oh, that's easy, Harry's going to help Lockhart write fan letters, and you're going to clean the trophy room—" Tierra said.

Harry:? ? ?

The hexagrams that have been agreed are not exhausted, but what if the words are not revealed?

Sure enough, their punishment came down a week later——

Exactly what Tierra said——

Harry goes to do Gilderoy Lockhart writes back to fans.

Ron went to clean the trophy room.

The accuracy of Tierra's prophecy shocked Hermione, Harry, and Ron at the same time—

And Ron's twin brothers, George and Fred Weasley—

It was equivalent to shocking almost all Gryffindor students.

At the next day's breakfast, Neville Longbottom came to Tierra's seat with some trembling and nervousness.

"Hello, Neville, what's the matter?" Tierra closed the book and asked.

"Hmm... so Tierra..." Neville said, "I, my memory ball turned red again..."

"But I don't know what I forgot, Tierra, see if you can—"

"Let me interrupt you for a moment, Neville." Tierra said, "I hope you understand one thing. Prophecy is different from divination—"

"The prophecy has excellent accuracy and randomness. I can't guarantee what I see."

"You mean you can't help me find what I forgot?" Neville asked a little frustrated.

"I can prophesy for you, but I may not be able to predict what you want to know, are you sure you want to try?" Tierra said.

"Um...um..." Neville hesitated.

"Help me prophesy, Tierra!" Seamus Finnigan said, pushing from behind Neville to Tierra——

"I wonder if there will be fires in my next Charms class—" Seamus Finnigan said.

"I said, I can't see the exact thing." Tierra said helplessly.

"Then help me take a look." Seamus said.

"Okay." Tiye stretched out his hand.

Seamus Finnigan put his hand on Tierra's palm——

But Tierra slapped him away with a backhand.

"Whoever reads the palmistry, give me the money!" Tierra said.

"Give money!?" Seamus almost cried out, "Why do you want to give money!"

"This is not my request." Tierra gave Seamus Finnigan a strange look and said, "You see, prophecy is a kind of magic, and magic—it is all evolved from rituals. You give money. A ritual-"

Tierra nonsense said: "This ceremony means that you have paid the price for predicting the future—"

"You paid the Galleon, which means fate will no longer demand a price from you—"

"You paid Galleons, which means the future as you know it can't get any worse—"

"Okay, okay," Seamus said, "how much does that cost?"

"At least one Galleon." Tierra said.

"A Galleon!?" Seamus couldn't help shouting——

"It's too expensive!"

"This is the price one must pay for predicting fate!" Tierra said, "Maybe you want it to be reflected in other places, such as—"

Tierra took off the glove on his left hand, and showed everyone his bony little finger—

There was a burst of exclamation from the surrounding students.

"Tierra, what did you do?" Harry held Tierra's hand distressedly.

"Last semester!" Tierra looked around and said, "I didn't notice Professor Quirrell's problem at the end of last semester, I predicted it!"

"I didn't ask anyone for a reward! I went directly to investigate Quirrell and told Professor Dumbledore." Tierra said, showing the broken hand in Harry's hand to the surrounding students.

"This is the price I pay for predicting the future, even if I haven't changed anything—" Tierra said, "I have to pay the price, and this price comes in an unexpected way—"

"During my summer vacation, the Fire Charm I practiced suddenly went out of control and burned my little finger—"

"It can't be recovered at all." Tiera said.

"Okay, okay..." Seamus Finnigan reluctantly took out a gold Galleon and placed it on Tiera's right hand.

Tierra blew on Jin Gallon, and put it to her ear.

nice!

What sounds good is good money.

After putting the money into her pocket, Tierra coughed, rolled her eyes until only the whites of her eyes remained, and said:

"I saw... I saw..."

Then Tierra suddenly grabbed Seamus' hand—

A slender, hair-like cursed worm silently poked its head out of Tierra's sleeve robe, and then ran into Seamus Finnigan's robe——

"I saw... recently... this Thursday... you're going to get a little sick..."

"Sick...? Yes, will it be serious?" Seamus Finnigan asked nervously.

"No, come and go quickly, drink plenty of hot water and keep warm, and you'll be fine after a night of sleep." Tierra rolled her eyes back and said.

"Oh..." Seamus Finnigan said with some disappointment. After spending a Galleon, he didn't get the information he wanted.

Master of False Prognosticators: Scruffy looks, vague prophecies, crazy characters.

The true master of prophecy: Lao Tzu's prophecy, Lao Tzu's own fulfillment!

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